Just before my dad died 10 years ago he told me a few things about my mother and his sex life. It was a few days short of my 21st birthday and we were...shit faced together for the first time. My mom was passed out on the lazy boy with her bare feet at eye level. My dad had been maintaining until the last shot. His clear eyes went red and he began to talk shit about my mom. "Look at her passed out like that with her legs spread wide open" I had a direct view of the inside of her milky white. We laughed and joked about the tea cups was drinking from and then he asked me "so do you want to suck my cock?" before I could answer he stood and dropped his trousers and it was right there before me. I downed the last of my drink and then took his cock in my hand and slowly started to pull at it "you know it will get harder quicker in your mouth" I took this as a hint and started to suck Adams cock, I loved the feeling of it all warm and soft in my mouth and while using my hand as well I. He suddenly got a bit conscious 'cause of the "sweetheart" thing. He never thought about Jessy that way, despite that's exactly what they'd been to each other all the time. Sweethearts. He was chewing his breakfast, "omelette du fromage", his favorite. Sometimes his eyes lowered a bit down below where Cathrine's shirt hung unbuttoned a bit. "Well... Anyway..." He gulped, while noticing the silky piece of her panties. "If you so afraid for Freddy, maybe it's you whom he must learn. My gagging noises begin again. I try to keep it under control as he goes, “Ooooh yeah. Fuck yes. Swallow my cock you little whore. Take it down your throat, worthless slut.” His thrusts become faster, rougher, as if he's drilling my pussy. Each time he pulls out to let me breathe he slaps me hard across the face, reminding me that I'm nothing but a cock-serving whore. “You look so sexy with those fucking tears streaming down your face and my fucking cock down your throat, you know that,.